it? I love it when you’re loud.”
He increases the speed of his fingers and his thrusts. It’s blissful. Never in my life have I felt so alive and free. He brushes my clit just right one last time, while simultaneously fucking me like his life depends on it, and I come apart. I’m blissfully disassembled like the tiny intricate pieces of a Lego house crashing to the floor. What an amazing way to fall.
“God, you’re beautiful when you come. The way your perfect pussy tightens around my cock when you’re falling apart is addictive. I just want to make you come over and over again.”
I quirk a smile and he smiles back. He’s still fucking me as I ride the high of my orgasm. I reach down and stroke his balls.
“Fuck,” he moans.
I think that means he likes it. I keep stroking him and move my hand farther back toward the skin just behind his balls and he lets out a hiss. With my other hand I reach around and grasp his firm ass aggressively. I can feel his balls begin to tighten. He’s close. Oh, so close. One more solid thrust and I feel his entire body tense. He slumps against me, breathing hard, and then kisses me on the forehead while stroking my hair. “You’re incredible,” he whispers.
What we just did was way better than incredible. I could have this man every night and still want more of him. This could be a very good thing or very bad thing. Right now, I’m not sure which and I don’t think I care.
WE’RE TANGLED IN THE SHEETS, exhausted after another round of mind-bending sex. This man blows me away with how well he knows my body in such a short period of time. The wall sex was unlike anything I’ve ever done. The spontaneity of it was perfect; everything he does seems to be well…perfect.
“It’s late. I hate to leave this bed but I have a pretty demanding day at the office tomorrow.”
I look over at the green neon lights of the clock and see it’s one in the morning. Stretching my arms above my head, I let out a sigh. “Yes, I should be on my way too.”
“You were pretty feisty tonight. Everything good?” he asks, turning to his side, facing me.
“Just a bad day, that’s all.”
“Okay, I don’t mean to be intrusive. I know we don’t have that type of relationship but I couldn’t help but feel the tension coming off you when you arrived. I’m glad you’re okay.”
I give him a hint of a smile and reach out to caress his face. “You’re sweet. Thank you.”
“Pfft, I’m far from sweet. My ex-wife would argue that with you any day. Don’t be fooled. Sweet, I am not. But, I do consider myself a gentleman and I always want you to feel respected, regardless of us just being sex to one another.”
Ouch. That stung a little and I have no idea why. This odd feeling surges through me and I don’t like it at all. We are just sex to one another. I know this. I asked for it. Why does hearing him say it feel weird?
“You’ve never disrespected me. And, to me, you are sweet. What anyone else thinks is irrelevant.”
I roll over and start to untangle myself from the sheets when I feel his arm circle around me. He pulls me back toward his body, moving us into a spooning position. “Where are you going?”
I turn my head and grin, “It’s late remember?’
“I think I need one more taste before you go,” he says, twisting me around to my back as he makes his way down between my thighs.
“Oh my god, again? I don’t think I’m capable.”
“I’m capable of making you capable,” he says in between kisses and then he proves it.
It’s a groggy drive home in the dark of night. My hair is mussed from hours of sex and my body aches in the best possible way. As I pull into my driveway, I see a car I don’t recognize in front of my house. Getting out, I scan the area, straining to see if anyone is inside the car, and then the door opens.
James.
“What, in God’s name, are you doing out here at this time of night?” I demand, dumfounded by his
He increases the speed of his fingers and his thrusts. It’s blissful. Never in my life have I felt so alive and free. He brushes my clit just right one last time, while simultaneously fucking me like his life depends on it, and I come apart. I’m blissfully disassembled like the tiny intricate pieces of a Lego house crashing to the floor. What an amazing way to fall.
“God, you’re beautiful when you come. The way your perfect pussy tightens around my cock when you’re falling apart is addictive. I just want to make you come over and over again.”
I quirk a smile and he smiles back. He’s still fucking me as I ride the high of my orgasm. I reach down and stroke his balls.
“Fuck,” he moans.
I think that means he likes it. I keep stroking him and move my hand farther back toward the skin just behind his balls and he lets out a hiss. With my other hand I reach around and grasp his firm ass aggressively. I can feel his balls begin to tighten. He’s close. Oh, so close. One more solid thrust and I feel his entire body tense. He slumps against me, breathing hard, and then kisses me on the forehead while stroking my hair. “You’re incredible,” he whispers.
What we just did was way better than incredible. I could have this man every night and still want more of him. This could be a very good thing or very bad thing. Right now, I’m not sure which and I don’t think I care.
WE’RE TANGLED IN THE SHEETS, exhausted after another round of mind-bending sex. This man blows me away with how well he knows my body in such a short period of time. The wall sex was unlike anything I’ve ever done. The spontaneity of it was perfect; everything he does seems to be well…perfect.
“It’s late. I hate to leave this bed but I have a pretty demanding day at the office tomorrow.”
I look over at the green neon lights of the clock and see it’s one in the morning. Stretching my arms above my head, I let out a sigh. “Yes, I should be on my way too.”
“You were pretty feisty tonight. Everything good?” he asks, turning to his side, facing me.
“Just a bad day, that’s all.”
“Okay, I don’t mean to be intrusive. I know we don’t have that type of relationship but I couldn’t help but feel the tension coming off you when you arrived. I’m glad you’re okay.”
I give him a hint of a smile and reach out to caress his face. “You’re sweet. Thank you.”
“Pfft, I’m far from sweet. My ex-wife would argue that with you any day. Don’t be fooled. Sweet, I am not. But, I do consider myself a gentleman and I always want you to feel respected, regardless of us just being sex to one another.”
Ouch. That stung a little and I have no idea why. This odd feeling surges through me and I don’t like it at all. We are just sex to one another. I know this. I asked for it. Why does hearing him say it feel weird?
“You’ve never disrespected me. And, to me, you are sweet. What anyone else thinks is irrelevant.”
I roll over and start to untangle myself from the sheets when I feel his arm circle around me. He pulls me back toward his body, moving us into a spooning position. “Where are you going?”
I turn my head and grin, “It’s late remember?’
“I think I need one more taste before you go,” he says, twisting me around to my back as he makes his way down between my thighs.
“Oh my god, again? I don’t think I’m capable.”
“I’m capable of making you capable,” he says in between kisses and then he proves it.
It’s a groggy drive home in the dark of night. My hair is mussed from hours of sex and my body aches in the best possible way. As I pull into my driveway, I see a car I don’t recognize in front of my house. Getting out, I scan the area, straining to see if anyone is inside the car, and then the door opens.
James.
“What, in God’s name, are you doing out here at this time of night?” I demand, dumfounded by his
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